We finished our coffee, embraced, then turned away. Silence followed for a good while, broken by The Bishop, a mix of bitterness and sorrow in his voice.
"First Sarge, now three more. I feel like we are fighting a losing battle this year."
I pondered what he said, and offered a positive thought: "Well, at least they chose their path, and hopefully will be happier for it."
The Lizard looked hopeless, tears in her eyes. "The Keeper was so sweet and focused, and The Doughnut was like a little sister."
"And The Booger?" I asked.
"Well, he was sort of like.... a pet."
I couldn't help but smile.
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